Part of a series of small drawings presenting a phenomenon that did not pertain to them. Works at the time were made in a futile attempt, so to speak to encompass both facets of the human condition through a depiction of an unsettling event with a past and a future. Envious of the lifeless movement of photography, I hoped for a works with a mortal appearance, pace different from that of painting. The papers were folded, curved, impaled, the lines split, while the paper always maintained its original scope. Everything in this series of drawings was for the sake of a chronicle-presence: dark, dense, suffocating.